Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Angron was feeding Apollo a bowl of porridge, which Apollo found very enviable.

If I had children, I would be taken care of like this too.

Anda's powerful throat allowed him to swallow everything that Angron fed him while he was lying down.

He could even take a moment to open his mouth and let Aaron massage his scalp.

Aaron calmed himself down and then attached the prepared blue wig to his father's head.

"Father, we can set off now."

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, and even brushing their teeth was a struggle, Anda, who was still huffing and puffing as he stuffed the splinter-free wooden stick into his mouth, finally sat up straight and changed into the robes of the sea god.

Standing in the sunlight, he looked every bit the part, radiant and with an extraordinary appearance.

This is the only time it will be a person.

Aaron remembered that the last time the old man had his beard trimmed was in Egypt, when a priest's servant was rubbing his face.

Hayes had prepared a carriage to pick them up. He himself was in the carriage, looking at Anda dressed as the sea god. Even though he hated this person, he had to admit that he was really beautiful.

O Cupid, shoot my arrows!

Hayes hurriedly helped Anda into the car, his heart filled with joy.

Such a perfect image of the sea god, and the stories performed about it, even if they cannot avoid the flaws in the existing mythology, will certainly be able to make up for many of the sea god's dark history and reshape the Athenian people's view of the sea god!

He hasn't read the script yet, all so that he can have the best experience when watching the play.

After being spoiled, watching the climax of a drama always feels unsatisfying, missing out on some crucial experiences.

Anda was so handsome that no one paid attention to Apollo, who played Medusa, sitting next to him.

He is indeed the pinnacle of human aesthetics, but only in the physical realm.

And Adachi has already touched upon beauty in a spiritual sense.

Soon after, the carriage arrived backstage, denying the gathered crowd outside a chance to catch a glimpse of the real event.

The appearance of the sea god should naturally be reserved for the official start of the performance, rather than being seen by the public before the performance even begins.

It's fair to say that Hayes' mindset, if applied to the future, could make him a talent agent; all his efforts are aimed at achieving the perfect performance.

It can be considered one of the earliest marketing methods.

The performance will officially begin this afternoon or evening, and the props used to set up the scene have already begun to be installed in their proper positions in an orderly manner under Aaron's direction.

It will unfold smoothly when the plot requires it.

In the distance, Erda stood on the edge of the high observation deck of the arena, her servants reporting information behind her. The intelligent being in her head had infiltrated the governor's side, but had not yet made a move.

It seems they will only act according to plan and make their move tomorrow.

Erda's servant asked whether they should kill those people ahead of time.

The goddess did not answer immediately, but looked with satisfaction at Aaron, who was directing the people working beside the stage, the smile in her eyes never fading.

She gently shook her head and said:

"No need. Zeus has his own plans, and we need not interfere. But you must protect the others. From Asia Minor to the Mediterranean coast, civilization is far from developing to the point of causing intercontinental wars. Let humanity live in peace in this cradle of ignorance."

Clearly, Erda's servants had come to understand the noble purpose of the couple and many other immortals, and spontaneously gathered around Erda to serve them.

But in reality, Erda herself felt that it was just a cruel twist of fate.

When she grew up, many human settlements could not even be called civilizations.

These were words that Adachi whispered in his ear during one of his occasional bouts of madness.

Despite living for such a long time, the immortals are not as responsible as humans imagine.

Ironically, these short-lived mortals who gathered around him to serve this lie were truly willing to give everything for the smooth continuation of human civilization countless years from now.

Human beings are a race full of flaws, yet their inner spirit shines so brightly.

Erda pointed to her son:

“Protect him, he will be your savior and will give his life for you.”

Erda decided to bestow a blessing upon her son. Since a spiritual blessing was not possible, she would add some real-world assistance.

Just like Anda tricked herself into having children to save the world, as a mother, Erda added the label of savior to Aaron.

His servants already knew of Aaron's existence and kept him in their hearts.

In the afternoon, all the stage props had been installed and rehearsed once. Those who had come early to watch the excitement were seeing such a high-standard stage setup for the first time.

Many poor theater troupes, to put it nicely, perform without props.

However, it is undeniable that if the set design and props are exquisite, the performance on stage will be even more perfect.

People watched from afar as the magnificent scenes of storms, crashing waves, and even tsunamis hitting the Acropolis of Athens, which seemed to be created even in broad daylight, were filled with excitement and wondered what kind of story required such a grand spectacle to accompany it.

Hayes stood backstage, observing the reactions of the onlookers with satisfaction.

Very good. It seems that the Athenians were not averse to the story of the tsunami that submerged Athens, and were even amazed by the power of nature.

Ha ha ha, foolish Athenians, bow down to the power of the sea god!

Aaron had just finished work and returned backstage to rest when he handed over the script:

"Hayes, why don't you take another look? There's still a chance to revise it."

Aaron said sincerely, "After all, there is a lot of content about the sea god in this, which will inevitably touch your beliefs."

Hayes quickly waved his hand and said magnanimously:

"What does it matter? It allows me to see the power of the sea, that one day it could even submerge Athens. That's enough! Those proud Athenians must realize that their wisdom is insignificant in the face of the wrath of the gods before they will truly respect this world!"

Hayes trusted Aaron; he believed that such a good boy couldn't possibly have any bad intentions.

Since Aaron said that there are elements of the sea god in the story, it's not a big problem. What strange plots can a child come up with?

They are not sore losers; objectively speaking, they do acknowledge some of Poseidon's scandals.

"I believe in you, Aaron. Go for it. May Zeus bless us so that we can see a perfect performance tonight!"

Hayes seems to have gone completely mad, obsessed with the possibility of a tsunami engulfing Athens.

Alas, Aaron couldn't help but sigh:

Even within the same pantheon, believers of different gods might punch each other in the head because of differing beliefs.

You see, the followers of the sea god are thinking about genocide against Athens every day.

Aaron could only say, "In that case, Mr. Hayes, the play will proceed as scheduled."

Hopefully, the followers of the sea god won't kill themselves after watching the play.

He'll have to ask Uncle Poseidon to come and save him before then.

Although there's no way to bring Uncle Poseidon back to the present timeline, it's still possible to get him to leave some kind of mark or symbol to appease the believers.

If all else fails, the only solution is for his father to transform into Zeus and unleash a few lightning bolts on Athens to roast them alive.

No, how did his thinking become so distorted? Uncle Poseidon and my father used to say that it's normal for young people to like to think about strange and unusual things.

Forget it, never mind. Anyway, there haven't been any cases of chaotic pollution getting to me yet.

Aaron composed himself and prepared to watch the play as an ordinary audience member.

He didn't write the script, but the entire process was completed under his control, much like a murderer returning to the crime scene after committing a crime to appreciate the reactions of the investigators and onlookers.

Ugh, what kind of nonsense is this that's popping up in my head?

Aaron felt he might not be a good person anymore, and was no longer the most innocent child in the family.

This niche is currently firmly held by Angron.

I wonder if any of his Primarch brothers enjoy these kinds of wicked pleasures; I hope they don't actually do anything bad.

If the Primarchs were single-mindedly focused on doing evil, probably not many worlds could withstand their ravages.

Aaron stopped overthinking and patiently waited for the play to begin.

He and Anglon sat in the seats prepared by Hayes, not in the VIP area, but where they could have a panoramic view of the entire situation at all times.

There was also a thoughtful touch of fruit and bread, which at least Anglon liked, calling Hayes "uncle" several times.

Chapter 210 Black King and Erda, Anda: Do you have "The Art of Speaking"? (3K)

Leorena III, King of Sparta, of royal lineage from the Acyads.

He was sitting in the VIP section, showing his wounds to Erda:

"This is from when I was ten years old, when I fought a giant snake. Luckily, it wasn't venomous, and I managed to get it to bite my arm and tear it apart."

"The bite marks on my shoulder came from a Proto wolf; I grabbed it by the waist and twisted it."

Leorena was extremely handsome and was one of the few Spartan kings who was both literate and skilled in martial arts.

That is why he was the one of the two kings to come to Athens to participate in the athletic competition.

After all, the Spartans always thought the Athenians were too effeminate, refusing to perform proper war dramas and athletic contests, instead insisting on fussing over family ethics and the petty-mindedness of the gods.

In other words, Leorena was willing to appreciate these things and was keen to pursue beautiful women from all over Greece.

He didn't have a queen yet, and anyway, the Spartan kingship wasn't hereditary.

“Descendant of Hercules, you now look as rude as a wild beast in its breeding season.”

Erda even had the mind to tease this descendant who was nominally her descendant from who-knows-how-many generations down.

Although Heracles was not her biological son, his name is "Glory of Hera," so he must also call her mother.

Just as Leorena was about to burst into laughter and continue to display his masculine charm, his eyes suddenly flashed with a bright light, making it difficult to see.

"Mortal, how dare you look my priest in the eye?"

Apollo swaggered in, entered the VIP room, watched as Leorena knelt before him, and then sat down in his seat.

This was the only way for him to show off in front of Erda and regain his dignity.

Since Erda claims to be her priest, a priest cannot disobey her god.

Apollo sat down, radiating a dazzling light that inspired awe.